Coffee Morning

I had coffee and a muffin this morning at a café in Holywood, County Down, with my aunt and a friend.

I managed to squeeze in to a parking space in the vicinity.

My muffin consisted of blueberries and some sort of unctuous creamy concoction, which was rather yummy.

We got up to date with a good chin-wag, my aunt having spent awhile at Majorca, Puerto Pollensa to be precise.

THIS afternoon, having "rowed" for forty-three minutes on a machine, burning 400 calories in the process, I paid a visit to Marks & Spencer's food emporium at Ballyhackamore, Belfast, where I procured a little box of Belgian choccies, chunky cod in batter, sweets and something else, which description eludes the Belmont grey cells.

I have been singing merrily to Billy Joel's Allentown, which must surely be a ditty of great pre-eminience of the eighties; or is it seventies?